Ten point two percent

Just the whispers from dark doorways along the street where the night stays, cold. When the morning treads lightly down the litter strewn pavement and the dousing of gas lamps sizzles the air they are there, with blank eyes, they’re watching for the chapel to open, for their saviour to appear in the guise of…

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1a Old City street

We take them for bandits and not Comancheros, but who knows the truth of them, who’s there when night falls to pick up the pieces? Hand out and hang out with the drop outs and layabouts and tell me what’s wrong with the picture you’re in. I’ve been there in the round square when the…

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Singalong a Santa

There will be homeless this Christmas, some not so old, There will be homeless this Christmas, out in the cold and there’ll be warmth and wine for some, that’s quite fine this Christmas. And while the Tories tell stories of pixies and elves there will be beggars on Broadway who talk to themselves, this Christmas…

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Oxford bags

It is now when the evening draws in and the warmth of the day dances on the point of a pin when the chances of charity from strangers are slim and the thought of that cardboard.. …yes, that cardboard on the sidewalk by the superstore outside, the pharmacy, on the street where your breath paints…

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